Draco was falling through air. No, through time. He saw himself move backwards along the train's aisle. He saw the prefect's cabin door close as he backed away from it. He saw himself fall back a step, out of the train door. He saw his parents appear in a crack, turning in a pillar of green smoke. Back and back and back he fell until he landed, back in his bed.
He had been sick that day, after-effects from having been transfigured into a ferret no doubt. He had been in his bed, his feverish sleep intermittent. It had been the sound that woke him. The ethereal singing and grating voices of the merpeople was familiar to all Slytherins, the sound of a human's clunky swimming was not. Draco had blinked his glazed eyes, swatting at canopy around him. His windows revealed none other than a gilled and flippered Gryffindor champion struggling not to drown under the weight of two bodies. As Draco's eyes lost the fog of sleep he saw another obstacle to the swimmer's ascent. A mermaid was pulling him back down towards the kelp below, her clawed fingers digging into his ankles.
Instinct took over. Draco took the book from his nightstand and hit it against the window repeatedly. The mermaid looked up, puzzled by the noise. Draco moved two fingers along the sides of his neck, signing frantic "X"s with his hands, and screaming in case the creature could hear him. "Let him go! The effects of gillyweed last an hour in warm weather, but that time decreases drastically when it's cold. He'll drown!" Draco was wide awake now. Swimming was hard enough when trying to carry two people; doing so without air in the frigid February water was a death sentence. The mermaid let go, more in deference to a known friend than any wish to spare the Gryffindor.
The swimmer too had heard the commotion. His head was turned towards Draco, black hair curling around his face in the current. His skin was deathly pale, reflecting the green light of the lake. On his nose were small red ovals; the imprint of his glasses, Draco realized. The swimmer didn't seem to recognize the boy at the window, for Draco, that was all the better. He watched the champion swim up, towards the light and out of his field of vision. Dizziness swelled up inside him then, and Draco fell back onto his bed. Then through it. He was propelled upward through his memories, until he landed in his own sleeping body.
The dream faded to black.
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Something had touched Draco that day. Perhaps it was the misplaced thanks in the eyes of a drowning man. Perhaps it was the way his hair had framed his glowing skin, like ebony on ivory. Regardless, it had had it's effect. Since the 24 of February, 1995, Draco had never been able to dream of anything else.
AN: I know this was a short chapter, but at least it's got plot? Just don't be too hard on me, I do my best for you all. Not much else to say...Stay safe, stay hydrated, try and get some sleep (Hello my fellow insomniacs). I love you all,
-Ophelia
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